whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Maea snatched at the second flask with her magic, Loren just grabbed the first one she’d taken with his own telekinesis. If he was successful, he’d mocking raise it in a toast before taking a triumphant sip. Either way, he’d raise his eyebrows at her. ”Will it?"Then he smirked. "I take it this all means the two of you are still together.” He let out a huff of laughter, and his eyes were still darkly amused.
”Before.” Pushing off the wall a bit, he rolled to his feet, flanked on both sides by the Ningos now. "But don't assume that just because he's got you wrapped around his finger everyone else wants him."
what goes, let go
LOREN
